I hate leaving. I’ve always been part of the group at the restaurant that stays behind long after we’ve paid for our meals. Always the last to fall asleep at sleepovers. The one to offer to drive so I wouldn’t have to worry about being the first to be dropped off at the end of the night.
It hurts to think about leaving Asbury. I can quite literally feel it in my chest when I think about it. And that’s weird, because I never planned on coming here. It is the most random thing that has happened to me my entire life.
Read the rest of the first and last article I wrote for the Asbury Collegian here.